Stolen Hearts:
Epilogue
Bulma and Vegeta had much to do upon their return to civilization. Four months had passed in an awkward peace in their absence, but following the years of tension had left many wounded and homeless and unsure of where they stood.
The Reconstruction was a strained period for there had been so much death and destruction in the fierce battles that led up to Gorgoroth's unveiling. Although his shadow of hate had left the minds of both Elves and Faeries, there was still much bitterness as each side buried loved ones.
You can't put decades of war behind you in a single day, but the newly accepted leaders were strong and they led their people to a lasting peace.
Their people.
At last Bulma and Vegeta did not have to hide in the shadows ashamed of their love, although after their journey together neither would ever dream of doing such a thing. Many asked what had happened in the depth of the mystery that surrounded Vegeta's quest and the miraculous resurrection of the Valkyrie Queen, but the pair shied away from ever answering. That was a place neither wanted to ever revisit.
That miracle however seemed just what the tortured people needed. All hearts were silenced and calmed in their presence. No one complained when Vegeta and Bulma where inaugurated as the new King and Queen of the joint Elven and Fey empires. Who would deny the magic the pair had? Even death could not claim them.
Ever since they returned they seemed to have an other-worldliness to them that awed whoever was blessed with their counsel. If you looked closely you could almost see a light exuding from them as they looked in each other's eyes. They were no longer meant for the mortal realm.
They stayed long enough to rebuild their joined empire and secure the bond between them with peace, but as soon as the new King came of age, the pair finally took their leave of the world.
Bulma and Vegeta road side by side into the setting sun, never to be seen again. No one questioned their leave. They gave all they could give, the peace and unity betrothed unto the land. They went to the Heavens where souls like theirs, who had seen what they had seen and felt what they had felt, could rest in eternal peace.
Trunks lead in their stead and his kingship was one of Fairy tales. Such a noble and heroic king was never found again. The first born of both races. The child born out of pure love. No King was honored and loved as King Trunks, and the land experienced many years of peace and prosperity under him and his offspring, until you could no longer tell the difference between Fearie and Elf.